A dry, wheezu laugh fills the air, the horrible thing taking off the sunglasses, giving her another look at those terrible, empty eyesockets.

"Of COURSE not, you stupid redneck dyke! YOu don't WANT to be raped.... That's what makes it RAPE in the first place. Do yourself a favor and read a book, would you?"

He strokes her nipples, pinching and tugging and twisting them, letting the warm, sweet milk fall to the floor.

"Your body wants it, though... The will is stubborn, but the flesh yields so very easily... Your own body is betraying you, just like your God betrayed you by making you a lesbian so he could damn you for it, just like Hanaji betrayed you by bringing back her girlfriends to do what she wasn't able to... Just like you've betrayed yourself by telling me all I ever wanted to know about you. Thank you, Miss Smith. I'm going to have my wicked way with you now. Feel free to tell yourself you're a pretty little bird, flying somewhere far, far away. You non-agnostics seem to love your denial."

With that, both cocks thrust in at once, wriggling like angry snakes inside the poor, battered girl's abused holes.

Cringing under his empty gaze I try an curl up into a lil ball. His voice…his utter disregard for life. Demon…yes…an even though I try to block them out the words bite me, taking one chunk out of me flesh at a time.

The thrust drives deep inside me, the air being forced form me lungs much like hope is driven from me mind. Fear comes washing in….all of them: The fear that I will enjoy what he does to me The fear that I am damned to hell as the nuns said for taking a woman as me partner. For in spite what the priest said ‘bout it being ok. In spite all the signs, an all me reading of me bible can I overcome what 18 years of training have done. Some how, some way it seems wrong…the longing for a husband an kids with a white picket fence in the front yard of our house gone with this choice. A choice that even now does not sit well in times of despair.

The fear that me ma an pa will disown me for me wicked ways, that they will not understand how there loving daughter could run off with another woman. Will me Pa cry out in church with despair, or will he accept me. Will me ma, with all her secrets be able to understand me secret when I bring her to meet them. I shake me head, not sure…falling further into the abyss.

The fear me love will desert me for another girl. That she brings the others to our bed out of boredom with me. That I have not yet earned the right to be her mistress, that I have not yet learned what she needs, nor will I be able to master it in time. That her needs have driven me to a path of damnation, one that I having willing brought upon me an therefore be unworthy of redemption at the gates of heaven.

The worldly fear of not measuring up…of not passing me classes, of being the dumb one that everyone makes fun of. That I will leave this place as a failure, an not prove me self worthy an graduate…on an on the fears come. Fears of not being good enough in mind, in body or in spirit for what life hands me. They wash over me drowning out the voice of reason within. Drawing out all that is good an wonderful an of god…

The pain thunders in me ears, pain like me insides are being ripped…an that fear, teh fear of enjoying him, spins away outta control an shatters like a fine glass mirror, shards of glass spining in the air only to fall back to earth in a destructive randomness that makes it impossible to ever assemble 'gain. Fear leaves...an terror replace it...it terrorizes me, a fear of death, now in this place...in this way, gone before I could be a beckon for me lord...gone before I might repent an end me days in an eternity of hell. Has he been sent to show me what hell will be...to turn me form me wicked an sinful ways? “hurts….please…no more…..ohhhhh” I grit me teeth to each painful thrust…each moment as the voices go deeper, and the girl that would fly away if she could instead runs an hides somewhere deep within were she doesn’t have to bear witness to me degradation. Pain in me wrists an joints….pain upon me nipples…pain wracks me body with a hundred pricks of a needle.

The face just vanishes, and the voice now comes from nowhere.

"I knew you'd understand once you took a step back and started being objective about it."

His cocks adjusting to a more reasonable fit inside her. they still hurt, stretching and prodding her inner walls nnedfuilly, but the pain had died down just enough so that she could truly feel the pleasure... Because the pleasure was what would really make her suffer.

ently, almost locingly, he wrapped two glassy pairs of lips around her nipples, eagerly suckingo once again, guzzling down the warm, sweet milk as thin, forked tongues seized the golden rings, tugging on them gently.

"Cassie's mind can't come to the phone now, you say? Well, in that case.... May I please speak with Cassie's body?"

a pair of hands formerd around her ass once more, groping and fondling her tight, firm, soft cheeks as another cock raised to her lips.

"Go on, little girl... Wrap your lips around it. You already know how this dance goes from here."

Stepping back did he say? I can hear the words as if from a long way a way. ‘Yes’…the words never quite make it to me lips. He will learn soon enough what I have done. Perhaps he will curse himself an curse me. Oh the first times came much harder, but time has taught me much, has taught the beast much. He will never know the strength an strange ways that god works. Ah, that nature abhors a vacuum, an thar are times like this that a part of me may run an hide…that part may never really remember what happens to it. An so I go on vacating me mind...not to run, but to make room for the beast in me time of need.

A roar of blood pulsing in me veins like fire. I stretch, sliding me legs wider an then bring them up an hook me heals ‘gainst the puddle of clear ooze that takes me. Wiggling me hips I shift me self round him, taking him deeper as pain begins to subside to a dull roar, the type that can an does become pleasure. Existing on the edge ‘tween the two, pain an pleasure, I can feel the wetness within. A grin starting to come over me lips, stretching them wide till only the perfect white teeth show about the sensually curved lips. I cock me head, looking at the offered shaft, an blow a breath of hot moist air cross its pulsing tip.

“Are you saying you want me…even need me? ” Eyebrows jump upwards, baiting, enjoying this chance to be in charge. “Show me your best effort little man…show me what you are capable of. Ask yourself if your good enough to bring me to a pleasure filled bliss so that I never forget your name or what you can do….so far your efforts pale in comparison to others that have come before.” Me eyes focus on what remains of the clear shadow in front of the door….”oh there is one…very special….he truly could make love, hour by hour he kept me enthralled till our session left the pool half filled with our exertions…”

The passing from one to another so swift this time, the beast taking over, stronger, faster than ever. Purring I take the offered phallus in me mouth an tease the very end of him, lips holding him steady while me tongue makes a simple swirl round his end.

"MMmm, I see this coin has another side," purred the shapeless fiend as a pair of hands gently carssed the girls sides, moaning softly for effect as her tongue wrapped around the head of his member. "And this one's got a nice, fun little challenge..."

Pulling out, he drew back teasingly, another face forming, this one hidden by a gimp mask that he had picked up from the floor. The eye zippers were closed, and for his mouth he was using the zipper as teeth.

"How adorably haughty of you, Smithy. But now that you want something..."

warm, soft hands ran across her torso playfully, carefully avoiding any major erogenous zones as they stroked her back, rubbed her stomach, massaged her shoulders, and caressed her smooth, clean-shaven mons gently, occasinally pinching or digging in a long, sharp nail to mix some pain wit the pleasure.

"...I'll only give it to you if you beg."

Lips quiver at the prospect all the while holding jus the tip of him…then sliding them back I let me teeth come in contact with his skin. A gently soft nip follows, a reminder I have claws an can use them…but for now am content to play his game. I wiggle me tongue playfully ‘gainst what should be the small slit at his tip. Two can dance this dance; I can only hope the song is long an steady.

Another soft purr deep within as I see him done a mask of one that needs to be bound an punished. His shaft bobs before me, a stretched glob of spittle running from me red lips to his clear tip. It hangs glittering tween us, providing the last link. The shaft close enough that I can move me head upon its clear round tip, close me lips over its smooth slick surface. Instead I remain were I am, the line tween us failing as the moisture of arousal falls across me chin to spill upon me heaving breasts.

Soft yet firm hands glide across me skin, kicking up a storm of electricity an desire in thar wake. Letting the hands flow across me skin I await me chance. Every where he touches leaves a line of heat flowing inwards. Nothing to be worried for, his hands trying to avoid the best places for me arousal. Still it is a foreplay, soft an gentle, then a prick of a hard fingernail. The sudden pain, elegant in its simplicity, in the contrast with his caress sends quivers into me middle. Heat grows within….not yet enough to beg, but already I can feel me move under his hands.

“Yes….much better…now this can get a girl started much better. I wonder though who will beg first?” Looking at the mask an a grinning, “You who patiently await jus outside the holes of pleasure that are so warm an inviting….it wuz you that wanted this. I reckon that you want sum thing more with that mask on…do you want me to punish you for all the bad things you have done?” Coyly I ask, giggling inside, the mirth coming out with the words. ‘Oh…to have another like Hanaji.’ I think. Me mouth waters in anticipation, I stand once again upon me feet, empty of him an no longer wanting to be.

“It will be more fun If you would please put the leather collar back round me neck…is it not a decoration you seek?” I’d said please….now we would find out how serious he wuz an all.

He seemed to vanish in the basment's dim light for a second, pulling away teasingly from her body, then a hand returned, stroking its way up from the base of her spine and scratching every so often. She could feel the collar clutched in is palm as he made his way up towards her neck, slowly, teasingly.

The mask he had worn for a moment was gone, in its place a blank head with nothing but glassy-clear lips and a long, slimy, forked tongue. He wrapped that tongue around one of her nippkles as he gently fastened the collar back around her neck, adjusting it to a perfect fit.

"A gift from your Hanaji, I suppose? Certainly more appropriate than the ring... And it looks so much better on you."

a pair of hands gently wrapped around her backside, digging their nails in as they gently massaged her pert cheeks.

"You should give up on being a good girl, Cassie. Your bad side is much more fun... And I'm sure your husband and her harem would back me up on that if you asked them."

The chain continued to apply pressure upon me wrists as me arms stretched towards the ceiling lost in its shadows of grey. With me arms high overhead me firm full orbs rested higher on me chest. The rose colored points hard an stretching outwards, drawing the skin tight across me bosom. Creamy milk still leaked from the now unused ends of me an feel down the soft curve of me.

The black fishnets with thar wide crisscross of thread held the flesh of me bum and legs in a tight embrace. Swiveling on me long legs, keeping them together to keep me as tall as possible an reduce the strain upon me arms I turned about in small steps the black leather boots an thar stiletto heels adding a good 6 inches to me already tall frame. Turning step by step in the absence of the strange demon of this room I brought more of its wonder into sight.

As I spun I beheld the fullness of a room that would have made any mistress envious. The shear number of toys an equipment with their rainbow hue of colors an the vastness of thar textures. Ohh, me heart jus went pitter patter. To have been able to have access to this room…or at the very least rent it. The things I could do…the things that Hanaji an any company she brought could be brought to endure. It wuz not a room of fear, but of wonder. A thrill ran down the curve of me spine then fired its way across me belly to settle deep within an flutter.

Spinning till I once ‘gain faced the door I could only hope I had a chance to enjoy the wonders I had beheld. The cool boney fingers sliding upon me flesh announced his return…The groping of me bum, the gentle yet demanding squeeze that made it so sweetly sexual. An yet all I could think on wuz the treasures of this room. oh what joys had he gone an retrieved? I would have done it differently…yes, He wuz perhaps of similar mind, but lacked finesse, lacked knowledge that would make him better.

“Not a gift from Hanaji…that I know, rather a gift from another, I think…” Eyes up for a moment while I focused on me memories, vague an shifting that they were. “No another, a gift for the art I think….though I can not be sure. Hanaji, wuz of course thrilled with her mistresses new toys.” Pausing I watched the shadows across the clear material of what I suspected wuz his face, I had to venture forth, unsure how he would take it but knowing that I needed to if only for me own selfish reasons.

“Speaking of which…I really don’t think yah will like me any better….were more like kindred spirits traveling a very narrow path. Would you like to know what I would have done with me in yur place with someone like me?”

The face of a young man appeared on that shifting body, plyful, bright-eyed, eager to learn.

Teeth formed in the mouths that sucked at her nipples, biting down and tugging gently, tongues teasing the little golden rings, eagerly lapping up her milk.

"I like this side of you much, much better, Cassie. Puritan Cassie was boring... But if Horny Cassie has something to say... I'm all ears."

Slowly, tiny knobs sprouted from one of his tendrils in front of her eyes, taking on on the size and texture of one of the toys that had so enthralled the girl before slipping down to tease her clit softly.

"And I hope I'll learn something wonderful."

Watching the clear glass like shaft that bobbed before me face with glee, I grinned once again.

“So does it vibrate?” The laughter peeling out from the red lips, me eyes dancing in mirth an obvious desire as I watched him. “If you are to properly train your girls then you must start right away… your inquisition of me gave me too much to work with. The gentle caress was a good un…yes that move worked…but.” Pausing while I glanced away form the nub filled little shaft of glass to were I thought the face might be. I am not yet properly restrained…the girl legs should be bound so that they have to be spread, before her clothing is worked with. And clothing…you missed a golden opportunity thar. Yes, it would have been far better to first have put a mirror before her…then taken the shirt that had barely covered me an lifted it o’er me breasts like. You see you want to show her that the clothing can make her look an feel even more like the person you want her to be. Nakedness is one state, but looking more than naked is far worse. Its like the bra. On it protects an hides. Off it is missing, one strap peeled off a me shoulder and letting one of me boobies hang out is even a worse feeling. It’s a feeling of being powerless an like you are on display. The same goes for the panties, leave um on but move um to the side. With me clothes the shirt could have been shifted an tied above me breasts, the shorts moved to the side perhaps cut a lil I reckon. Then displaying me in front of the mirror….Of course this is only the first step. Yah get me point? ”

Watching for confirmation for I continue on.

He nodded, smiling sheepishly.

"I got careless. I was sloppy... Rather than just letting you feel the cool basement air on your warm, soft skin, I culd have let you feel the cool basement air on your warm soft skin as the tattered remains of your clothing dangled from you. I could have teased it out more, given you more to think about, held you more effectively, given you more of this thrilling mix of helplessness and sensuality you seem to have taken with so well... You're very good at this, Miss Smith. You're a brilliant girl."

Gently, he pulled her limbs straight, arms held above her head, ankles apar just a little, stroking her body gently as she felt cloth around her wrists and ankles. Even in the dim light, she'd easily be able to see the bright red fabric that comprised the undergarments he had started to slide onto her.

"Let's try a variant on the theme.... I snuck off to grab these while we were talking, and they should be a perfect fit."

Slowly, the plain-looking lingerie slid up her limbs, towards her body, teasingly, snsually brushing against her limbs as the silk slid twards its proper place, If she looked, she would notice holes in exactly the places these garments should usually cover.

"I think you'll make a gorgeous doll... And I'm hanging on your every word."

Slowly the shadows of a grin appeared upon the clear surface as I spoke, the shifting of the shadows then as if he nodded. The words made me stand a bit straighter, me bust forwards a lil while I pulled me shoulders back an straightened me back. Compliments were music to me ears, an I wuz only too willing to go on. The smile on me face full an bright…”Thank you”

Yet he continued to speak, a brush of silk upon me ankles an wrists. Stepping into the offering with one foot then the other I accepted the gift. I felt like a teacher with a student. The beast within rolling in delight an a causing a warm glow as he played. Fine red silk slid softly ‘gainst me skin, brushing it an sending shivers up an down me spine. The color of blood an courage. But more importantly of fire…the fire that had begun to rage from the tippy top of me red hair the to the toes inside the black leather boots with their panted red nail polish.

“You’ll find I’m far better than some silly lil doll. An I like the outfit, it does do far better … I do hope you like the way it looks as well…now … getting back to the rest. You had two choices as I see it…but the best one would have been to take the girl and show her who is boss. Depending on the girl this may require lil effort … or lots. But at the end you want to take e her hands in yours an while she watches in a mirror have her touch herself while you guide her. Just think of having her hands slide along her waist…one going upwards to cup an press the flesh of her breasts…the other sliding downwards o’er that mound to the delights that lie tween her legs…then while you help her take a nipple in one hand the other slides a finger within her moist an waiting joy. Perhaps after showing her what you want her to do you withdraw your hands from yours an tell her to continue…make her play with herself a while. You watching, commenting on technique, repositioning her for a better view. Always touching, correcting till she knows it is for your benefit she does these things you ask an not her own….would you like to hear more?”

I could feel the silk against me skin, brought into place, an still the currents of air went o’er the place that should be covered…places that if I’d been in charge a warm wet mouth would have been next too. Something would have to wait, but the I wuz feeling really good ‘bout then an the collar round me neck seemed to be sending jolts of pleasure though me.

"You know, Cassie, some of the girls here are kinda like fortune cookies... You crack the shell, you get a little prize."

Slowly, oh so very slowly, the spreader bar drgged across the floor, fastening itself to her ankles as a soft pair of lips brished against her clit.

"You? You're that rare and wonderful fortune cookie where the little slip of paper actually has some enlightenment... You'd do well as one of us, Cassie."

Softly, he tugged on her nipples, chuckling a little.

"Love the idea... Shame that if I followed through with it, I'd be letting you have a little too much control at the moment."

“ I would hate to think I’d jus be a lil ole fortune cookie….I mean yah only get them after the meal…an you an I ain’t made meals of one another yet!”

I heard the click of sum thing by me feet followed by a bump ‘gainst me leather shod heal. Thar where rings on the back of me shoes, designed for jus the sort of thing I figured wuz going on…after all I’d suggested it. I spread me legs a bit, then more when a gentle nudge ‘gainst the inside of me calf suggested it followed by the soft brush of warm flesh gainst me hood, teasing at the waking prize beneath…seeking a way out…seeking the soft caress that wuz teased at. Pulling me abdomen in an curling me hips I offered the length of me to those probing lips. How many times had I done this same sort of thing, how many times had it brought a thrill to me? That sum thing else could find the same thrill with me wuz a warmness that thrilled me heart an speed its thumping in me chest.

‘enlightenment,…one of them’ whatever that meant….”perhaps I am one of you, whatever that is…an I “ the touch upon me nipples now, soft an sensuous following closely with another tween me legs that brought blood flowing an me body responding. No longer did any part of me hide, the cool metal gainst the small slender shaft of me own nub, rubbing it with mere weight an a brining a big ole country grin to me face.

“I suppose I ain’t picking me own vibrator, an you making me play with it while forcing me to watch me self in the mirror…it would have been the final thing I might make me girl do…fore I took them for me self. Course I don’t suppose I get to tie you up an play later…after all turnabout is fair play. “ well one could hope, an it wuz good he wuz doing his own thing now…I liked the unexpected, I liked he would now take sum of me ideas like the bar that spread me legs of offered me up to any an all attentions an use them. Then alter sum with the silk that caressed me flesh an yet did not cover me most sensitive areas….

“Speaking of fortune cookies, what sort of dessert might you be?” Giggling…then, happy to be played with this once instead of having to be the one in control…an chance to let loose an maybe learn a new thing or two. “I’d think it would be real fun to watch you take me in a mirror, after all how many times does a girl get to see herself get spread by the invisible man…” chuckling…an wondering how I ever got to this place …this place of insane needs an desires.

"Isn't it obvious?" he chuckled. "I'm Jello."

Slowly, teasingly, he carssed her nipples for a few seconds, and then ahot up as inspiration struck.

He smiled as if suddenly on the verge of a breakthrough, picking up a rope and a camcorder from a table to the girl's left.

"Actually, I just had a stroke of inspiration... So that's sort of what we're going to do, while you wait for me to get something very ambitious set up."

Ever so gently, he tied the spreader to a hook on the wall and chained her collar to a set of shackles across the room, giving her enough slack on either side to move around near where she was, but not enough room to explore without stombling, and not enough slack to attempt escape without throttling herself... Though he was certain she'd stay. He'd made it obvious that what he had in mind was extravagant enough that even were she still scared, she'd probably be too curious to run.

Playgfully, he laid out a selection of vibrators, nipple clamps, and other assorted sex toys on a table, licking cassie's earlobes gently. Pushing the table to where she could jus barely reach it, then setting up the camcorder atop it, he smiled.

"Pick the ones you'd most like Hanaji to watch you pleasure yourself with on tape while you two feel each other up. You'll have a little souvenier of your time here. Meanwhile, there's an empty room next door, and I have to fill it."